De Marte
Ney Matogrosso
From Mars
A light mist in the sky
A promise of air
That fades away
From Mars, from Mars
Red plains
From Mars
A scratch, a cut
Black death
Deep channels
From Mars, from Mars
Frozen deserts
From Mars
A dot, a dash
Faint glimmer
In the sky that you are
Enslaved seed
Of happy times
In old fields
Of Mars
First shelter
Ancient cradle
Mystery etched in the wind
Juice sucked out
Dream dreamt
Fruit finished
On Mars' moons
On Mars' bare moons
A promise of air
That fades away
Black death
Deep channels
It was what it was
Red tides
